[Shirley feels both relieved to hear a friendly voice--and afraid, knowing that the soldiers have locked someone else up in the prison. She never thought she would see another Ferines again, especially not in a place like this.]

Y-yes, I am... but it's been a long time since I've been home. [To be exact, it's been three years. Three long, lonely years of running and hiding. Without warning, Shirley can feel her face tighten up with tears. She reaches up to dab at her eyes with one of her sleeves, which has gotten dirty and grimy from all of her recent misadventures. (Shirley wishes she could just--take a bath and do the laundry.)] My village... the last time I saw it, everything was burning. I don't think it's there anymore.

[For a moment, Shirley hesitates. There are so many things she wants to ask the other girl behind the wall. What does she mean by, "a new one"? Were there other Ferines being held here? How long had she been held captive? What did the soldiers in red even want with the Ferines.]

Could... you tell me your true name? [It's not that Shirley doubts the other girl... she just wants to hear someone speak Relares again.] Please.